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C) Try to talk to the gunmen and try to learn more about them.

You sit quietly with the group of hostages as you continue to watch the situation in front of you unfold. A few hostages are crying silently to themselves, but all of them are too terrified to move or speak. Seeing how scared they are puts you on edge even more than you already were. They all truly believe they could die today. What's worse is you know you can't die today and you have the skills at your disposal to save them, but you also truly believe they could all die today.

The weepy hostages are stressing you out, you decide to turn your attention back to the gunmen. Bryant slams his phone shut and cusses into the air again. The unnamed gunman gives Bryant an "I told you so" type of look. Jerry unwraps another lollipop and goes to work on it while giving you a dirty look from across the room.

"One more time," Bryant mutters as he dials his mystery number once more.
"Dude, come on," the second gunman scolds him. "He's not there."
"Well, fuck! What else am I supposed to do Marco?" Bryant shouts.
"Fine, keep calling him," Marco gives up. "It's a waste of time, though. Tell him, Jerry."
"Do what you feel, man," Jerry says. "I got a basket of lollies, a loaded gun, and a dozen hostages. I got all the time in the world."
As Bryant's call goes to voicemail for what must be the umpteenth time, he rears back and spikes the phone into the ground, splintering it into a hundred pieces.
Jerry lets out a single snort despite his efforts to control it.
Marco looks at Jerry and announces, "Awkwaaaaard."
Bryant's face goes scarlet as he veers around and demands, "How the fuck are the two of you so calm about this?" He points to the windows and shouts, "We're surrounded! That police perimeter is getting bigger by the minute. Geno drove off, there's absolutely no way out of here. And Marco, you're sitting there cracking jokes while Jerry's trying to eat with weight in hard candy."
"Hey!" Jerry interjects. "I'm not just eating hard candy."
"Oh no?" Marco inquires.
"Yeah, I ate one of the lollipop sticks too. I think it was like super tightly rolled paper or something," Jerry explains. "It was gross, and I knew it was gross about halfway through, but I'm a finisher so now I have an entire lollipop stick to digest."
"Oh, you're a finisher, Jerry? So how are you going to finish this?" Bryant demands.
Jerry's mouth makes a smacking noise as he pulls his latest lolly out of his mouth. "This is finished, dude."
Marco chimes in, "Bryant, you remember when you were younger and you would walk into an exam, flip over the test, and just laugh to yourself at how hopelessly fucked you were as you read through the questions?"
"Yeah," Bryant sighs.
"This robbery became a high school trigonometry test the second Geno drove away," Marco explains. "It's over."

"Yeah, it's over," you think to yourself. "But how does it end?"
Bryant drops to his knees and screams a long, drawn out curse word into his hands. Bryant's finally realized what Jerry and Marco did awhile ago - his life as a free man is over. You're witnessing a broken man.
"Can I get a sucker?" Marco asks Jerry.
Jerry tosses him a purple one. "Here's a grape."
Marco tosses it back. "Fuck that, I want a root beer flavored one."
"Psssh, like I didn't immediately eat all the root beer ones first. That's the best flavor, bro."
A flint of heartbreak flashes across Marco's eyes. You're witnessing a broken man. Not as broken as Bryant, but still slightly broken.
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